Wow. So many emotions running through me right now, but sadness is the one I'm feeling the most. I'm sad that another baseball season has come to an end. I'm sad that the season ended with complete heartbreak. I'm sad that I won't have something to watch or listen to every night anymore. I'm sad that Konerko finished the season just a tick below .300. Finally, I'm sad that I won't receive my daily dose of Robin and his fun, resilient team.

Sleep well, sweet White Sox; I'll miss you more than you can know. Though you'll be far from my TV and radio for the next six months, you're never, ever far from my heart.

The first regular season game of 2013 is 179 days away. Let the countdown begin!

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." That line is going through my head right now.

The Sox won 85 games, they proved the "experts" wrong. They didn't lost 95 games, they didn't lost 90 games and that needs to be mentioned and commented on.

They had some spectacular individual efforts...Sale (if he stays healthy) emerged as a potential dominant pitcher, Peavy gave them over 200 innings, A.J. had a career year, Rios should be Comeback Player of the Year...even Dunn with his home run's and walks did well in some areas. The three rookie pitchers combined for double figure wins and over 30 saves.

Yet even with all these things going for them, playing in the weakest division in the league, the Sox finished 8th out of the eight clubs that had winning records for the year and gift wrapped the division because of the way they played the final two weeks.

That's hard to take.

We'll see what the off season brings...it's going to be interesting both on and off the field.

"I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you're on your own. I don't sit in while you're running it down. I don't carry a gun. I drive."